I’m writing this post wrapped in a blanket on a Monday afternoon when I should be in class but tonsillitis has returned so I’m taking a breather day to feel better because tomorrow I have a hefty schedule of classes and then a meeting at night so I want to be in top-notch condition for that. I’m not a skipper I promise.
This month’s reading was a bit more of a struggle than last month. I am trying really really hard to keep reading for pleasure but I am neck deep in Thucydides and his history of the Peloponnesian War so after tackling that, I just want to burn all my brain cells by binge-watching Gossip Girl.
Confession: the other night I finished Speaking In Bones by Kathy Reichs and was so petrified by it I didn’t get to sleep till half two. Honestly I was crippled in fear. It was an amazing read by the way, one I snapped up when I had an hour to kill in Waverely Station last week at nine pm and had just finished Wild by Cheryl Strayed. It had me gripped for the next two days and I totally didn’t see the ending coming. Shame I decided the best time to finish it was at midnight – queue the fear that followed.
Anyway I’ve just rediscovered my years long love of reading books. So much so that I stumbled through one of the most DREADFUL books I’ve ever read the other week as I just didn’t want to give up. It was honestly mind-numbing. I’ll spare you the details as it was ughhhh but I won’t be reading one of Catherine Cookson’s books again. Just totally not my thing.
I love reading. I always have, probably always will. I love getting lost in another world, in other people, in other problems, other adventures, other memories. I love being able to escape and open my mind in other realities. Back when I was about 13/14 I could easily read 3 or 4 books a week, some I just couldn’t put down. However as I’ve gotten older and life has become more busy, I’ve stopped reading as much as I would love to.
Recently I’ve been given a load of books from my Granny and picked up a few more in the shops so I think the best way to tackle this is by writing a list. I’m simply challenging myself to read as many as possible, especially before I head back to uni and get in a rut of just reading for my course. Challenge challenge challenge.